Possessive Uncle: My Beloved Little Wife

Don't Cry. I Don't Like

Early morning Alvin was already scolding the workers at his house.

"How can we die? If something happens to my family, do you want responsibility?"

"Sorry Mister. There's a technical fault with the sensors and CCTV in the house."

"I don't want to know. Quickly fix it."

"Good sir." Said they disbanded.

"Mas. Come with me." Aya said sharply to the husband.

Alvin followed his wife's footsteps.

They are both in the room now. Alvin hugged his wife from behind.

"What's up?"

"Sit." in a firm tone.

"Yes. I want to hug you."

"Sit I said."

Alvin sat down according to his wife's will.

"Why are you in the morning already angry with rich anger. You know it's the month of fasting."

"They are wrong. How am I not upset. CCTV security in our homes is dead. They're negligent at work."

"Can be well talked about. Don't scream like that. Where do you promise to control your emotions. It's actually the same. If until the child is horrified how."

"Sorry Yang. Don't you get mad at me, don't."

"Gosh Mas. I'm just your nasehatin. I'm not angry with you. You are a gentle man, anyway. I was angry at you." Says Aya saw her husband already glazed over.

"Don't be fierce as me. I promise this is the last time. I won't repeat."

"Promise your Mulu."

"I'm sorry Yang. I'm mistaken. Not again next time. Really deh. As long as you don't get mad at me." Alvin hugged his wife.

Aya's head was pining thinking about her husband's behavior. The man was sometimes so hard but if Aya advised would change as he is today. Very immature even tend to be like a child if in front of him. Even once Alvin once cried because he was scolded by Aya when the man made a mistake.

"Well. Don't cry. I don't like it."

"Don't be angry anymore." Alvin whining.

"Yes. I was just your nasehatin. So people don't like to be angry. At that time, you promised me that you would take care of your emotions. Now how rich his emotions are."

"I just laughed at Yang's mood. I'm worried."

"Dah Mas's. It's not their fault either. They have worked well for years. You appreciate other people dong."

"Yes. Sorry."

"Aren't you ashamed of what a rich little gini kid?"

"You're just the same."

"Udah ah I want to shop."

"Where?"

"Ke Mall to buy parcel fillings for those who work at home. We talked about that last night. And you also agreed. So don't break the promise."

"Why don't you ask someone to."

"You promised."

"Jas. Come on, let's go."

"You change clothes. I'll call the kids first."

"Yes." Yeah." About 15 minutes to prepare, Alvin and Aya and their two children immediately set off for shopping.

For two hours they drove around the mall buying what was needed.

"What do you want with Ara, baby?" Ask Aya before paying for groceries.

"Not wanting anything."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"We're going home that way."

"Wait Dad. We want to go to the beach first. Can you?"

"Can. But not for long. Hot as hell. You will be thirsty."

"Yes. Mommy."

Arriving at the beach Alvin and Aya sit together while looking after their children.

"Don't get too close to the water. It'll get wet."

"Yes, Mother."

"Child if spoken to subtly must be obnoxious."

"What am I less subtle about talking to them?"

"Emang they never obey you?"

"That's it too."

"Mother yuk's home." Ara and Zam approached their parents.

"Why? Just a minute."

"That's tired Mom. It's thirsty."

"Judek. We're home."

"Dad. Which mother?" Asked the two of them into Alvin and Aya's room.

"What's wrong? I'm washing my hands."

"Its Dad."

"What a hell of a bad name" said Aya just out of the bathroom.

"Mother Ara wants to ask you something."

"Sit down first."

"Yes, Mother."

"What do you want to ask?" Aya stroked the head of her son.

"Mothers. Ara was when Wudhu swallowed water. Not canceled?"

"Ara did it intentionally or not?"

"No Mother. Zam's brother ngagetin Ara."

"Not canceled, dear. Ustadz said that."

"Yes too. Ah Ara forgot."

"You guys have prayed?"

"It's Mom."

"Sleeping in the afternoon. Be hungry or thirsty not to feel."

"Sleep with Mom."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Dad not invited?"

"If you want to go with the gapapa too."

Alvin shook his head at the behavior of his two children. They kept sticking to Aya.

"Mom why so many parcels?" Tanya Zam was helping her Mom and Dad wrap the parcel.

"It's for Aunt and Uncle who work at home baby."

"ohs. What's the show Mom is doing?"

"No show what, baby. It's a holiday gift for them. We have sustenance. Good to share."

Zam and Ara nodded their heads. While Alvin just smiled seeing his wife's patience answer many questions from the children.

"Why don't you ask someone else to wrap it up. You don't have to be tired."

"Ga papa Mas's. I want to. They are busy too. Oh yes Mas. When do you pay for zakat?"

"Yes forgot. I'll pay tomorrow."

"What talent is Mom?"

"Zakat fitrah."

"It's not Zakat that I pay every month?"

"Not Dear. It's different again. Zakat fitrah is mandatory zakat issued during Ramadan. The law is mandatory for every Muslim. If the Zakat that I pay every month is Zakat earnings dear. Taken from Dad's income every month."

"Oh. There's still another kind of Zakat Mother?"

"There's still. Zakat Mal or zakat treasure. Paid every year. To clean up the treasure."

"It turns out there are many Zakat types, Mom?"

"Yes. You guys if you want to come with me tomorrow to pay Zakat."

"Can't Dad?"

"Of course I can." Answer Alvin.

He was impressed with his wife. So painstakingly serve the curiosity of the child. As a Priest, he could be a good example. To give knowledge to his wife and children. He was not good enough as a husband and father. How lucky Alvin is to have a wife like Aya.